Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the woods and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28157 | 2023-01-01 01:43:39 | 128.75 | 99% |
| 25452 | 2021-01-25 07:31:25 | 107.62 | 98% |
| 25040 | 2021-01-15 04:18:57 | 93.67 | 97% |
| 24910 | 2021-01-12 01:16:36 | 101.60 | 97% |